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Chapter 3

Nameless was taken aback for a moment: "Me?"

Elder Xu: "Aren't you the one who spoke just now?"

Nameless: "Oh, that's true."

After these words, the air was quiet.

Mr. Xu has always been arrogant. He has heard all kinds of compliments, exclamations and gratitude for decades, and almost no one dares to question him. Seeing that Wuming doesn't intend to explain anything, he naturally feels a little unhappy.

After taking a closer look at the young man, he was convinced that he was an ordinary person without any cultivation, and he looked like he came from another place, so he probably didn't know him.

Seeing that something was wrong with the atmosphere, Zhang Cuihua on the side wanted to smooth things over, but Xu Lao stopped her with his eyes.

Mr. Xu thought that he had other plans for the night, so he didn't intend to waste time arguing with the yellow-haired boy who had never seen the world, and said indifferently: "Boy, I kindly remind you that immortal cultivators have many means, don't take short-sightedness as a mistake." Of course."

After finishing speaking, he withdrew his gaze without turning his head, walked straight out of the gate of the courtyard, and quickly disappeared into the dark wilderness.

Wuming, who stayed where he was, still looked puzzled.

Zhang Cuihua finally breathed a sigh of relief, and said to him in a low voice: "Mr. Xu's temperament is like this. Sometimes what he says is not very polite. Don't take it to heart... Ah, I forgot! I should have asked him to give you a Take a look, Mr. Xu's medical skills are superb, maybe he can cure your soul-loss disease!"

"No need." Wuming blurted out, and after he finished speaking, he was still a little confused, not knowing why he resisted from the bottom of his heart.

Zhang Cuihua thought that he was short of money, and then thought that her family was not well off, so it was not good to continue this topic, so she smiled embarrassingly.

Wuming blinked, and said again: "I'm just a little weird."

Zhang Cuihua was taken aback: "Strange?"

Wuming nodded, and expressed his doubts again: "I don't really understand...does this count as a cure?"

It was the second time for the two children next to me to hear this sentence. They looked at each other, and the eldest turned his head and shouted into the room: "Father, is there anything wrong with you?"

Liu Fugui replied loudly: "Your father, I am in good spirits!"

The voice is full of breath, and it really doesn't look like there is any illness.

The boy looked up at Wuming, his little face was full of solemn determination: "Since Father said so, it must be cured!"

Seeing it, Zhang Cuihua couldn't help laughing, but she heard Wuming seriously reply in the next moment: "But those black lines are still there."

The air fell into a brief silence, apparently no one could understand what he meant.

Zhang Cuihua asked lately, "...what black line?"

"The flowing black lines are a bit like hair." The ring finger pointed to Liu Fugui who was walking towards them, and his index finger slowly moved along a certain trajectory, and finally fell to the vast field outside the house, "From his body, it extends all the way to that far away."

When the two boys heard this, they immediately opened their eyes wide and looked, but even though they were about to pop their eyeballs out of their sockets, they didn't see anything unusual in the sky.

Zhang Cuihua also didn't see it, thought for a while, and said: "Could it be that the light is insufficient, and the shadows overlapped, creating an illusion for a while?"

After all, the night has completely shrouded the land now, and with only a few oil lamps illuminating the square inch of the house, it is obviously not as clear as when the sun is high, and it is normal to be dazzled.

What Zhang Cuihua doesn't know is that for Wuming, there is no difference between the world of day and night.

Wuming didn't explain. He felt that the other party's guess might be reasonable, so he tried to observe it from several angles.

Looking from different directions, those strands of flocculent substances sometimes disperse and sometimes condense, but there is no sign of disappearing.

Could it be that there was something wrong with his eyes themselves?

Wuming subconsciously felt that this should not be the case, because he also smelled blood at the same time.

The second son of the Liu family broke his knee while playing yesterday, and a small amount of bright red liquid leaked out. The moment he saw it, he realized that it was blood, and at the same time, he quickly remembered the taste of blood—whether it was filling his mouth or whether it was blood. Fluttering between the nostrils.

The bloody smell at this moment is far from strong, but it is very distinct and annoying. It emanates from those black lines, giving Wuming a somewhat ominous feeling, which makes him stop the idea of ​​reaching out to touch it.

Liu Fugui naturally didn't believe Wuming's words.

From his point of view, this young man may have suffered some kind of accident to get his soul-lost disease, so it is not surprising that he has problems with his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

Most importantly, none of their family saw any inexplicable black lines. Isn't it clear at a glance who is right and who is wrong?

Zhang Cuihua thought the same way, the atmosphere was rather stiff, so she found an excuse to change the subject, and greeted, "It's getting late, it's time to eat."

Liu Fugui immediately geared up, and his spirit has not been so good in the past few days: "I think I should be able to kill ten bowls!"

"... Take it easy, don't overwhelm your stomach." Zhang Cuihua rolled his eyes at him, and smiled gently at Wuming, "Little brother, take the two little guys to the room and wait for a while."

Nameless: "Do you need my help?"

Zhang Cuihua waved her hand: "No, no, Lao Liu has been lying on the bed for so long, it's time to exercise his muscles and bones."

After speaking, she led her husband to the kitchen.

Wuming looked at the back of Liu Fugui going away, those thin black threads were rooted in the man's body like parasites, fluttering across the night sky, and the other end did not know where it connected.

Then he thought of Mr. Xu again.

In my impression, the old doctor gave Liu Fugui the needle at close range, and the thin black thread seemed to have been wrapped around his arm...

"Big brother, mother told us to wait over there!"

The second child's clear and tender voice sounded, and Wuming suddenly came to his senses, nodded and said, "Okay."

Although the farm food was not rich, it was still fragrant. Everyone ate with relish, and quickly forgot about this episode.

Wuming saw that Liu Fugui was in good spirits, and even played cuju games with the children on a whim, and gradually felt that the black line might have nothing to do with the illness, maybe it was just some people who had it, some people didn't, and some people could see it. Some people can't see it.

Who would have thought that a few days later, on the second day of the birthday of the boss of the Liu family, an unexpected visitor would come to the door.

*****

"...What kind of wind brought you here?" Zhang Cuihua stared blankly at the white-bearded old man outside the door, and said with some embarrassment.

The sky is only a little bright now, and she should still be sleeping under the covers, but seeing that Mr. Xu couldn't knock on the door, he insisted on blasting his broken gong voice into her mind with the technique of gathering voices into lines, which made Zhang Cuihua startled, and went directly to the door. The bed jumped up.

Pushing open the door of the yard, he met the old man's unfriendly eyes. The furrows and wrinkles on his face seemed to have deepened, and there was even a faint look of defeat.

This was completely beyond Zhang Cuihua's expectation. After all, Mr. Xu was famous for taking money out of the clinic, and he had never had any friendship with their family, so why did he make a special trip here?

Elder Xu said in a deep voice, "Where is your husband now?"

Zhang Cuihua replied honestly: "Going out, there are some things in the Tang family that require him to go into the mountains to help..."

"Call him back immediately!" Old Xu interrupted, seeing the woman's bewildered expression, his tone became more severe, "If you move later, he may not be able to survive!"

Zhang Cuihua panicked immediately: "Why, how could this happen!?"

"He is being targeted by a powerful evil spirit!" Boss Xu strode into the yard, poured out a pile of unnamed magical artifacts from the gourd, turned his head and saw Zhang Cuihua still standing there stupidly, frowning and urged, "Hurry up!" ?!"

Zhang Cuihua suddenly came back to her senses: "...I'll go right away!"

Fortunately, Old Tang's house was not far from here, and the people over there were just getting ready to go out, so Wangcai sent by Zhang Cuihua successfully intercepted Liu Fugui and brought him back.

Hearing that he might die soon, Liu Fugui's first reaction was impossible.

But after all, these words were said from the mouth of the respected and respected old Xu. The other party was a medical fairy with real skills. He had saved countless lives over the years, and he couldn't help but believe it.

"Old man, what should I do?" He became more and more anxious, "Please help me, I still have a wife and children to take care of, so nothing can happen!"

Elder Xu glared at him, with an impatient look on his face: "If you want me to help you, just stay in peace and don't make noise there!"

Liu Fugui hurriedly silenced, his mouth tightly closed.

Elder Xu took some blood from his hand and put it into the formation that had been arranged in advance.

As the running light came on, Mr. Xu also began to feel a little uneasy.

The emotions contained in this uneasiness are quite complicated. It is not only worried that Liu Fugui's accident will damage his reputation, but also worried that he himself will be implicated.

At first he thought it was just an ordinary evil entering the body, and it could be easily resolved, but he didn't realize it was not so until he meditated last night to adjust his breath.

It was more like the mark of some kind of prey.

As for why it was discovered, it was because the imprint spread to his body silently. Although it was only a very shallow trace at present, it had quietly stolen a lot of his spiritual power.

This is not the first time Xu Lao has practiced for more than a hundred years, and he immediately became vigilant when he encountered such a thing.

From this point of view, Liu Fugui is a blessing in misfortune.

He was branded by the ghost in red, and he would have a rejection reaction in the first few days. Compared with other victims in the same situation, his wife was obviously more worried, and she was willing to spend a full few months of living expenses to please Xu Old to see a doctor.

Otherwise, when the rejection disappears and everything returns to normal, he may be sucked into Yuanshou's blood energy unknowingly, and he will be weakened to death in his first year.

Mr. Xu glanced at Liu Fugui with a look of displeasure, thinking that you are lucky, but let me suffer!Now I just hope that the evil spirits on the other end won't be too difficult to deal with, otherwise I don't know how to end it...

"Ah, there is a light shot out!" The boss of the Liu family shouted excitedly.

Earlier, when he was half asleep and half awake, he heard movement outside the house, and couldn't bear the curiosity in his heart, so he got up and ran to the yard to watch.The second child of the Liu family got up next to him, and finally even Wu Ming went out of the room and stood a little further away.

At this moment, the light of the moving formation gradually weakened, and the floating starlight gradually condensed into a light cluster, and then turned into a very thin beam of light pointing far away.

The second child immediately parroted: "Ah, a light has shot out!"

Zhang Cuihua was afraid that Mr. Xu would be distracted by this, so she hurried over to cover the mouths of her two sons, and said in a low voice, "Be quiet, or go to the back room!"

The boys just nodded reluctantly.

Only then did Zhang Cuihua let go of her hand, and subconsciously looked at Wuming in the corner, and found that the latter's gaze fell on the formation in the center of the courtyard, and his expression was very focused.

She suddenly opened her eyes wide.

For some reason, she felt that Wuming's temperament seemed to have undergone some wonderful changes.

*****

At the same time, three hundred miles away.

A slender young man stood on the edge of the cliff, silently looking somewhere in the distance, as if he was thinking about something.

His black hair was simply tied up, his dark green robe fluttered in the wind, and his handsome appearance became more elegant and suave under the gradually brightening sky.

This should be a pleasing picture, and it may attract countless young people's hearts, throwing flowers to show their favor——

If the man's right hand is not holding a bloody beast's head at this moment.